The
alarm sounded. John woke with a start. He did not expect the loud
alarm to disrupt his peaceful mind.

The
year was 2017. John was a normal, 20 year old. The world had been
dominated by zombies in 2014, but John's village was safe. They had
been quarantined since 2015. The odd zombie came through, but they
were usually shot down by the guards.

Usually.

John
sat up. He heard creaks from below. He grabbed his clothes and got
changed. Then, he picked his gun up from his bedside table. You see,
John was part of the F.W.C., which stood for Future World Control.
They fought threats that were biologically designed, like the zombie
infection. Luckily, there hadn't been much biological warfare. All
the terrorists were zombies now. This meant they would all have been
killed or led astray by local biological psychic, Lucy.

Lucy
was a doll. She was useful in the local zombie threat. Lucy was
special. All the other BP's (biological psychics) were okay, but
Lucy was something else. She could not only control zombie minds, she
could command groups of zombies at a time. Useful? Yes.

John
went downstairs, gun pointing forwards. He heard more creaks.

Then,
he heard a scream.

John
raced down, gun still in his hand. When he arrived down, he looked
outside. Zombies were everywhere. Then he saw the source of the
scream.

Lucy.

John
ran outside, firing his weapon. He ran to push Lucy out of the way.
Once he reached her, he ran back to the field, just as 7 more F.W.C's
arrived. There they stood, shooting endless swarms of zombies.

Then,
John felt worse than horrible. He turned to Lucy, who was shouting
something, but he couldn't interpret what. He felt a stabbing pain
in his head.

Then
he fainted.

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